Accept the Invitation — Rachel Dacus

Accept the Invitation
We spend so much time together
in our separate rooms of history,
isolated by imagination
and hair-triggered sensitivities
swooning us into objects
of primary pain.
We should throw our belongings
into the street and make love
on the sandy, swept floor, 
feeling its particles with greedy skin
of face, thigh, hand.

I want to disinherit my heart’s ghosts
and hold you in an empty field
of vision. Pure as an offered breast
your true image will form
across months and years.
The million volatile impressions
you are today strung together 
on the ribbon of your name
are not enough for me.

I want no careless window-shopping 
around your vicinity, but to plumb 
the void, make a hair-raising journey
behind personality. To stand together
in the light that streams 
from a hidden source in this world
whenever being meets.